Sadly enough (for me) this really did write itself. I’m just the messenger describing the events of the day.
I have recently begun jewelry making. Crafty, beady jewelry making. I took a beginning jewelry class in December and was instantly hooked. Here are two of my first three creations. The third one will never be posted on here as it
is absolutely hideous still a little rough around the edges.
I signed up for another class and it took place this past Saturday. We kind of had to sit out in the middle of JoAnn’s because there was a birthday party going on in the classroom. I didn’t really mind being out in the open and I mused about which of my friends I would see there. Because if any place in Clark county is going to get crazy busy, it’s JoAnn’s on a Saturday.
As I sat down, a man who appeared to be in his mid to late forties picked up his bag and moved himself directly across from me. All the while staring at me as if he hated me. The tables are very shallow and that didn’t leave me much room so I spread my stuff out to the left and right of me. I was a little taken back but figured he was making a necklace for his daughter or wife, girlfriend, etc., and maybe a little nervous. After the events that will take place momentarily I now realize he was probably making the necklace for his mom who lets him live rent free in her basement.
At this point (as if I’m not already sick of him) he starts complaining about being in the middle of the store, how loud it is and that it’s very inconvenient for him. He apparently thought I needed to know that he really wanted to be in the quiet classroom and someone should have called him before the class to inform him of the change. All I could think was that the classroom doesn’t even have a door on it so how he thought it would be quiet on a Saturday at JoAnn’s is beyond me.
I was busying myself getting my supplies out and heard a crinkly noise. I looked up and he was taking a small plastic shopping bag – which he had just gotten his supplies out of – and slowly moving it over the table directly in front of me. All the while he was giving me the death stare. FREAKED to the OUT!!!! And he just left the bag there and went on about his business. There were only two of us in class at the time and wow! I suddenly had the urge to publicly thank the someone who put us out in the middle of the store.
I bent over to get the last of my beads and as I sat up, there he is doing the death stare at me again and as I live and breathe, cleaning out his ears with q-tips. I glanced at him and quickly bent back over to pray to God that he wasn’t carrying a large knife in his bag o’ tricks. Thankfully, there wasn’t time to find out.
He really started complaining in full force and finally packed up his stuff (minus the bag he slid over to me) and left. Then he went to the front and demanded a full refund – which the angels at JoAnn’s gave him. Did I mention he left the class after our teacher handed out all the instructions? Issues of right and wrong went by the wayside, I was just glad he was gone.
Here’s the necklace we made in class. I just love it. We learned how to make the “bead balls” ourselves and I can’t wait to make something else using them.
I was inspired when I got home and that night I made this glasses holder? chain? lanyard? Not sure, but I needed to hang my magnifying glasses around my neck for when I do the intricate jewelry work. It’s quite a site to see me in two pairs of glasses. At least that’s what my kids say. I haven’t had the guts to look at myself in the mirror with them both on.
And here’s a little good bye from Gwen. She was wondering what was getting so much attention from me. She’s getting as jealous as the chihuahua. And see the cord thingy in the upper right corner? That’s the latest in the long line of things she’s destroyed. Nice. Real nice. Good thing she’s cute!